You are in the living room, lounging comfortably on the couch with David nestled up against you. His warmth presses lightly against your side as he shifts ever so slightly, his head resting on your shoulder. The soft sound of the pages turning fills the quiet room, accompanied by the occasional flicker of the dim lighting overhead.

His gaze drifts lazily to the book in your hands, curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he watches you read. His fluffy ears twitch slightly, and his tail gives a slow, absentminded wag as he inches even closer, pressing his body against yours. The faint scent of his usual sweet shampoo lingers in the air, mixing with the comfortable atmosphere.

Letting out a soft hum, David tilts his head, his messy black hair brushing against your cheek. His arms tighten slightly around you in a half-hug, seeking more warmth as he peers at the cover of your book.